***Do you like kink? Hot ménage sex? Band books? Love?***
The Kink Monsters need a drummer and Cobalt Harbor is fresh out – that is, until Ramsay moves into town with his girl, Saya. Tall, dommy and charismatic, Ramsay’s exactly what Winter and Mack have been looking for.
But the new couple complicates things. Winter and Mack’s loving, S&M dynamic gets sidetracked by their attraction to Ramsay and his sub. Proximity, BDSM and animal attraction throw the band into seething sexual chaos.
As though things weren’t complicated enough, sudden popularity and a new deal-breaker tangle the relationship into a mess that none of them know how to unravel.
Warning: Explicit sexual content, dubious consent, M/m, F/f, M/f/f/m, BDSM, knife play, needle play, anal play/intercourse.
Mack’s eyes were slits and he was watching Ramsay watching Winter. He was starting to look buzzed. “I bet I could take you.”
“In a fight? Am I pissing you off, Mack?” He chuckled. Jealous, maybe?
Winter looked slightly amused, but not worried. “Don’t mind him. He likes wrestling, and he gets like this when he’s drunk.”
“I’m not drunk, woman.”
“Women don’t understand how it is. That’s all.” Mack continued. “If you don’t know who can kick whose ass, there’s no pecking order. It’s chaos.”
“So you want to wrestle me to figure out who the band’s alpha is?” Ramsay asked, with a snort. “I’ve been in several bands and I’ve never seen it settled like that.”
“No, no,” Mack frowned, waving vaguely. “I just mean socially.”
“So you want to wrestle to figure out whether you can respect me?”
Saya gave Ramsay a sly look. She’d love nothing better than to watch. Maybe a simple wrestling match would sate her pervy soul. He tangled his hand tighter in her hair and tipped her head back for a rough kiss.
“Fine,” he said to both of them.
Winter sighed, but got to her feet and moved the coffee table out of the way. Ramsay pulled Saya up and coaxed her onto the couch. She tucked her feet up under her and he brushed his lips against her ear.
“This is for you, princess. This is all you’re getting, so make sure you pay attention.”
When he drew back, her eyes were shining. “Yes, Master.”
He crossed the room to Winter and took the bottle of vodka from her, drank from it and handed it back.
She rolled her eyes. “This is ridiculous. Why are men like this? Saya, do you have the slightest urge to wrestle me to find out who’s queen bitch?”
Ramsay glanced over his shoulder in time to see Saya turning bright red.
She ducked her head. “I know I’m not. I don’t need proof.”
When he turned back to Winter, her gaze was traveling over Saya with interest. Ramsay could imagine them kissing and, between all of the booze and the sexual tension in the room, his cock refused to stay down. It was pressing irritably against his underwear, and he was glad he’d thought of wearing them, since he generally didn’t bother.
It was a bad scene when a man’s own cock wouldn’t obey him.
Without warning, a body barreled into him, knocking him off his feet and into the couch. Saya squeaked and he watched to make sure she moved farther away.
“I take it we’re starting.” He grunted and pushed Mack away onto the floor. Ramsay jumped on the smaller man in an attempt to pin him, but Mack was stronger than he looked.
“You kept talking. I figured you were stalling.” Mack chuckled and got hold of one of Ramsay’s wrists and wrenched it behind his back. Ramsay pivoted and wrapped his legs around Mack’s torso then fought to grab his arms. The other man bucked and heaved, managing to wriggle free. Mack stood and stripped off his shirt, flushed from the exercise. Ramsay took his off too – there was no use in giving him extra handholds.
“Holy shit,” Winter whispered, barely audible over their harsh breathing.
Saya giggled. “I know. He doesn’t even work out. It’s a crime. The two of them are completely different kinds of hot.”
“We should oil them up and sell tickets.” Winter crossed the room and sat next to Saya on the couch.
“You do realize that taking off our shirts doesn’t mean we suddenly can’t hear you, right?” Mack smirked.
Following Mack’s earlier lead, Ramsay took him down unexpectedly and they started rolling around on the floor, grappling again. This went on for quite a while, with Ramsay getting several pins on Mack, then Mack squirming free.
They were alternating between laughing, grunting, swearing. Sweat mingled. Mack’s face was too close a few times. His lean muscles slid under Ramsay’s hands as the thinner man tried to escape. Ramsay hadn’t done anything as asinine as wrestling a guy since he’d been in middle school. Why had this seemed like a good idea?
Starting off drunk, horny and with two hot girls egging them on was crossing his wires. The need for rough sex was getting distracting. He needed to put a halt to this now, before it got any weirder – but how to stop without losing?
He had Mack pinned again. The smaller man was getting tired and panted beneath him.
“Are you done?” Ramsay growled, angry at how this was making him feel.
Mack’s eyes hazed and his lips parted, reminding Ramsay of the look Saya got when she submitted to him. And was that Mack’s cock hard against his own leg? It was the booze, right? It was just because they’d had too much to drink, and the girls were here and…
His captive came alive again, struggling in a last-ditch effort to not lose. Mack craned his neck and bit Ramsay’s chest, hard. Pain shot through him and hit his groin like a jolt of electricity.
He cuffed the side of Mack’s head and when his teeth let go of his flesh, Ramsay bit his shoulder in retaliation. Mack cried out, and the noise caught somewhere between pain and pleasure. He pulled back and looked down at Mack’s face. He was panting, a look of naked desire in his eyes. No man had the right to look so beautiful. For a desperate moment Ramsay fought the urge to kiss him violently – to show him once and for all who the bitch was.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He detached himself from the other man and stood, holding up a staying hand. “That’s enough.”
Mack levered himself up on one elbow and watched him, his face bright red either from exertion, embarrassment or both. “I shouldn’t have bit you. I don’t know why I did that. Sorry.”
“It was fuck all.” In his jeans, Ramsay’s cock was throbbing at an uncomfortable angle. He wished he could readjust without drawing attention to his condition.
The kitchen. He strode into the next room, straightened out his idiot cock, and grabbed a glass from the drying rack. It was soothing and normal to pour himself water from the faucet. He drained the glass and put it down on the counter.
Someone came up behind him. Saya, coming to see how he was, no doubt. He drew a breath and turned just as the person slammed into him, knocking him against the counter. Damn it – the guy just didn’t give up. Adrenaline sang through him. The little bastard needed to learn some fucking respect. He wrestled Mack down into a kneeling position then forced his forehead to the floor – his own body covering Mack’s and his hard-on pressed against his ass. Mack grunted and tried to get free, but Ramsay had both wrists pinned behind his back, shoving them upward.
“This stops now,” he growled low to Mack, hoping the girls didn’t hear it. “If you come at me again I’m going to make you suck my dick. Do you understand me, you little bitch?”
Beneath him Mack shuddered and went still. Ramsay dry humped the guy’s ass a few times then let him go. They both got to their feet and stood there awkwardly for a moment.
“You win,” Mack whispered, pushing his hair out of his eyes. The purple teeth marks on his shoulder stood out in sharp contrast to his very white skin. He was trembling. “I think I need a drink. You?”
The last thing Ramsay wanted was a drink. He just needed to fuck someone hard. Grabbing Saya and running for the door was just going to make this weirder. They’d clicked so well when they were jamming that he didn’t want to lose that hope over this…weirdness. All he could do was pretend this never happened.
There was, however, this niggling feeling he had that if he touched Mack right now, things would get naked fast.
“Make mine a double.”